Dark Savages Come To the United States

Luke Cage walked into the basement of the blacksmith shop. He originally came in with a better-than-nothing mentality.

After all, for this copper-skinned and iron-boned guy, even a firearm can hardly hurt his body.

So he held a contempt for cold weapons.

Until he tried to pick up a hand axe and tried to shave his beard, the inch-long wound on his face made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.

"Damn, what's going on with these weapons!"

After Luke Cage felt the pain from the wound on his face, he immediately took out the butterfly knife in his pocket to try.

Being accustomed to superpowers, he immediately thought that his superpowers were invalid. It was not until he saw that the butterfly knife in his hand could not even cut through his fingers, and then he realized that the problem was not his fault.

He was holding the small hand axe that left a wound on his face with a dignified expression, and he tried to swing it while grabbing the end of the axe.

Although he didn't know that the hand axe should be grabbed a little bit below the axe when fighting, but this didn't prevent him from feeling the excellence of the axe.

The simple waving gave him a hearty feeling, and for a while he was a little intoxicated with the joy of wielding this axe.

This feeling made him even have the illusion that he was a master of cold weapons.

Finally, Luke Cage turned his attention to the weapons that were randomly piled up, and he had a terrible idea.

After several attempts, he had to admit with some pain that his superpowers were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the weapons forged by Bulkesso.

"How can this be?"

Luke Cage stabbed his butterfly knife into his thigh fiercely. He didn't believe it until he heard the crisp metal cracking sound of the expensive butterfly knife.

He didn't pay attention to the gauntlets and shields that were stacked on the side, his attention was all attracted by these incomparably sharp weapons.

However, for him, he may not feel the power that those armors can enhance.

After all, he can completely ignore ordinary firearms and the like.

So he didn't think that a piece of armor could provide a security for his respected father Zach.

Picking and choosing, in the end Luke Cage still chose the axe he held at the beginning. This kind of violent guy seemed to suit his appetite more.

……

"Mr. Burkeseau, I chose this."

Luke Cage holds that weird honorific, and I don't know which movie he learned from.

But this did not prevent him from showing respect to Bourkesso.

"So, how are you going to repay me?"

Burkesso took a look at Luke Cage and had no idea what he chose. Focusing on forging, he was beating with a small hammer against an iron ring.

"If I can get rid of those troubles, I will return it and work for you for three months for free. I think my strength can at least reduce some trivial work for you."

Luke Cage's words made Burkesso feel at ease, and if he could say that he would return the power he had obtained, then this guy would not be an insatiable troublemaker.

"Then so be it."

Burkesso finally turned around and spoke directly into Luke Cage's eyes.

A savage will not be stingy with respect for a person of noble character.

Burkeseau didn't even look at the ring on the iron felt, and shoved it back into the stove with tongs.

"Remember to tell old Zach that if he has anything, he can come and stay with me for a few days."

Burkesso waved at Luke Cage and told him to leave quickly.

Now comes the most important time to forge unity.

Empowering legends is not an easy task.

Each of these has the power of a long story, and it takes some meticulous work to condense it into the equipment.

Generally speaking, forging jewelry is carried out by the jeweler. The old greedy Shen, who is called the God of Thieves, has a pair of skillful hands that others cannot match.

For Bourkesso, forging jewelry is another method, such as using a hammer to forge the ring into that unique shape.

Although Jill was still some distance from the stove, the heat still caused a lot of sweat to appear on his body.

But he still tried hard to see the forging process of Bourkesso, because his practice weapon will be born in the near future.

Although he was a little concerned about why he had to knock out a ring first when forging weapons.

……

"So you came back like this?"

Nick Fury asked Melinda who was standing in front of him.

"Sir, I have been transferred from the field department. This kind of task should not be done by me as a clerk."

Melinda stood up straight, not looking sideways.

Looks more like a soldier than a secret agent.

"Okay, I'll arrange for others to continue this matter. Go ahead and do your work first."

Nick Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he had a headache.

Melinda turned around and walked out of the office, without any intention of being sloppy.

"Colson, come here."

Nick Fury watched Melinda slammed out the door, and could only call for his most trusted subordinates.

"Director, can I come in?"

Before Coulson came, Nick Fury heard Rumlow's voice.

This made him a little puzzled. After all, according to Rumlow's medical report, he should still be receiving treatment in the hospital at this time. As for the post-mission review, it will generally not be carried out until he recovers.

"Come in, Rumlow."

Nick Fury can only let Rumlow in first, no matter why he came to his office at this time, he needs to listen to what Rumlow intends to say.

Rumlow pushed open the door with some difficulty. On the day he came back, the finger tiger and the spirit stone had already been turned in.

At this time, he was able to come to this place entirely by relying on his indestructible willpower.

Nick Fury looked at Rumlow's difficult actions, and didn't mean to get up and help at all~www.NovelMTL.com~ To put it nicely, it is called respecting the wishes of his colleagues, but the truth is that he needs to maintain a safe distance.

"So what did you come to say?"

Nick Fury was sitting upright at his desk, still wearing that black leather jacket on a hot day. I wonder if the air conditioner in S.H.I.E.L.D. is very efficient, so he can maintain this weird style.

Rumlow's body shuddered, and the temperature inside was a bit unbearable for him as a wounded.

"I want to apply for the right to use those two pieces of equipment before I recover."

Rumlow dragged his shoulders clamped by various fixing plates and spoke with some difficulty.

The damage to his lungs made it difficult for him to speak aloud.

"You know the procedure, you should make a report directly instead of appearing in my office with a seriously injured body."

Nick Fury frowned. Since Rumlow came back, he felt something had changed in Rumlow's body.

Although it seems that he is no different from his previous performance, Nick Fury believes in his doubts.

He is suspicious of all people and things, and even the most trusted subordinates are only at the back of his doubt sequence.

Perhaps the life motto of the king of secret agents is that there is nothing to trust in the world.

It's as if he never told others the truth about his loss of an eye, but said that this eye was the price for his trust in others.

Maybe it's because it's cooler to say that?

Or maybe the truth is too ridiculous. Of course, it could also be that the cat is also the top secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., so he made up a story.

But who cares but himself?